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 Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 1:54 pm
Fish slammed a few pieces of bread into the aging toaster and poured himself a glass of orange juice. He still hadn't quite got into the habit of coffee, but when whoever else was still home woke up, they'd want some, so he put a pot of that on to brew as well. He fried some eggs for protein, since it seemed like a good idea, and pretty soon the whole living room smelled like breakfast.
As he worked his way around the kitchen, he woke up more fully and he realized there was something making an awful racket out on the fire escape. The eggs were done, so he took the pan off the burner, and then went to go check out what was going on outside.
He opened the window and poked his head out. He glared at the man on the fire escape.
"What the hell are you doing to my wall," he said. It was not a question. He was not amused enough for that. Why the hell did every single crack addict in the City feel compelled to scribble on *his* wall?
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 2:25 pm
Quinn didn't even look up from his picture when Fish spoke to him, continuing to spray his paint. He added a few touches to his picture, then stopped and looked at Fish, as though just noticing him. The picture was quite a bit more complex than last time-- the Ouroboros's scales were more defined, and it looked a lot more realistic.
"Oh, you know, the usual. Just putting my last picture back-- the rain seems to have washed it off some." He grinned a bright smile, and turned to face Fish, putting his hands in his pockets to show off his bare chest. He squinted for a second, then turned his head to the side. "Fish? That is you, right? You're older too. Funny. Bet you can't guess who I am," He said sarcastically, flipping his braid over his shoulder to the front. He decided to invite himself in.
"Smells good. Mind if I join you for breakfast?" He didn't wait for a response, and walked the step and a half over to the window, motioning for Fish to get out of his way.
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 2:38 pm
Fish frowned at the young man. After a moment of thought, he asked, "Quinn?" Because how many pale kids with rainbow hair and bottomless pit eyes did he know, right?
This made him grouchy. "You deface my front porch, and now you want to eat my food, too?" He reached up to close the window. "Who the hell do you think you are?"
He had no idea who was still home. Dwayne had taken off at like 0700 to go vandalize warehouses, and he thought he'd seen Moony and Strawberry wander out at some point. He scowled at the symbol that was freshly reaffirmed on the wall. Maybe if he got Dwayne to paint over it, Quinn would stop. Or it would just turn into some kind of piss war like dogs had.
"Give me one good reason why I should let you in," he said. Quinn was a bit of a loose cannon. He didn't want the apartment getting blown up.
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 2:49 pm
Quinn thought for a minute, and realized he had very few good reasons to be let in, other than that he wanted to be. But, he really was hungry. And didn't like to cook. So he had to find some way to get in!
"Because I'm gorgeous?" He winked, and set his elbows on the window sill, leaning over to look at Fish. "C'mon, you know you love me! And you know I won't leave 'till you do!" He laughed a bit, but then gave Fish a serious look. "And if you don't, I make no promises you won't have a rat infestation within the next few days." His face immediately brightened, and he grinned happily. "So, what are we having?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 3:01 pm
Fish lowered the window so it was inches above Quinn's elbows. "Not a good reason."
He stalked back across the room, popped his semi-burnt toast from the semi-functioning toaster, plopped an egg on top of it, and munched on it thoughtfully. He set it down on a plate and returned to the window.
"Come up with a good reason or get off my ******** balcony," he said. Part of him was trying to decide if Quinn was gay, or just plain clueless. Part of him hated Quinn for the apparent lack of sexuality crisis. Poseidon had practically convinced him that suffering through that was necessary for the betterment of his character.
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 3:15 pm
Quinn pouted a bit. "Because you're gorgeous, so we make the cutest pair in the world?" He smiled hopefully, and moved his elbows out of the way so that they wouldn't get slammed in the window if Fish decided to slam it. Quinn suddenly remembered what he had brought from Michuleo's. "Oh, and I brought a half-gallon of strawberry ice cream? That's the kind you like, right?"
He pulled a plastic container out of his spray paint bag, and waved it around.
If you had all that ice cream, why do you need his food?
Because I have to live on more than sugar sometimes, Mr. Q!
Really? You had me fooled.
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 3:26 pm
Fish was tempted. Fish was really tempted. Not because he was particularly attracted by Quinn - he remembered the kid being eleven years old, so somehow the whole thing rang vaguely of statutory rape in his mind - but because of the ice cream.
It was probably melted, he told himself. He closed the window.
"Your reasons suck," he announced, loud enough that it could be heard through the glass.
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 3:39 pm
"No," He said loudly, reaching down and pulling up the window that Fish had forgotten to lock, "But I would!" Giving Fish a mischievous grin, he slipped in through the window, and pulled his bag in with him. Here's your ice cream. I just got it like, twenty minutes ago. So it might be a little melted, but not too bad. do you have a freezer?"
He shut the window behind him. He glanced around the apartment. "Huh. Still the same as it used to be! Oo, toast!" He walked over to get a piece, immediately forgetting Fish in his pursuit of food. "Look at all this. Do you always cook for everybody? How cute!" He began to put a bunch of food together on a plate he found somewhere around the kitchen.
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 4:00 pm
Fish was not amused. In the course of five minutes, his perfectly good morning had been ruined by Quinn, who had burst into his house, spouted off a series of sexual innuendos, given him a rapidly melting gallon of ice cream, and was now eating his breakfast.
Fish slammed the carton into the freezer and then confronted Quinn.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he asked.
"Do you ever consider that it's inappropriate to burst into people's houses without being invited?" he asked.
"Do you even understand what you just said?"
And Quinn was just standing there eating his toast and calling him cute. It pissed him off. A lot.
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 4:07 pm
Quinn took a large bite of his breakfast. "You don't have to slam the door so hard, you know. Okay, lessee, I think I'm eating breakfast unless I'm terribly mistaken, no, I never consider that-- it's easier to burst into people's houses without being invited if I don't have to worry about feeling bad about it, and yes, I do understand, but do you?" He threw his arms around Fish's neck and gave him a big hug. "I missed you! How have you been?"
He took another bite of his food. "Also, where are all your other roommates? Especially that cute one. Dwayne? And how's Marshmallow?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 4:23 pm
Fish shoved Quinn away from him, a disgusted look on his face. Really? Really? He had not asked for the kid to get all touchy-feely on him. Like, at all. In fact, he was not totally happy to be having his personal space invaded.
"They're either gone for the day or incredibly hung over," said Fish. He was glad the walls were soundproofed, or someone would be really pissed off by now. "I have no idea who 'Marshmallow' is, and, correction, you're eating my breakfast."
"Honestly, Quinn," he said, "You've got me kind of baffled. I can't tell if you're queer as all get out, or just immature."
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 4:36 pm
Quinn nodded. "Thank you for the food, by the way. Well, I hope they come back soon. You know, Marshmallow! You told me that you didn't have a roommate named Marshmallow last time, remember? You corrected me. So I figured you'd understand what I was talking about." He spoke in between bites of food. "This is good! I should eat here more often."
The boy scoffed at Fish's remark, and gave him a fake-insulted expression. "I'm completely mature, I promise!" He grinned wolfishly. "I could prove it." Then he laughed. "Just kidding!"
Quinn, you are exceptionally hyperactive this morning.
I ate an entire bag of the espresso beans!
Oh. I see.
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 4:41 pm
Fish groaned. Whatever. It was stupid.
"You," he said, "are such a slut." Clearly, he was not nearly as receptive to Quinn's attempts at seduction as Quinn seemed to hope he would be. "When the hell did you grow, anyway?" he asked. "It can't be that long since I last saw you."
Not long enough for a traumatic sexuality crisis, at least. Unless it was both traumatic and incredibly efficient. But Quinn seemed... exactly like he had always been.
Finally, Fish asked, "Are you high? Because just because you can buy drugs now doesn't mean you should take them."
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 4:50 pm
"I am not a slut! I would only ever do anything with people I know!" He nodded sagely, as if this were the only rule you had to know to get by in life. "I don't sleep with random people. And I grew, like, a week ago, I think."
Quinn giggled. "I had, like, an entire bag of chocolate covered espresso beans about twenty minutes ago. But I'm not on drugs, I promise!" He inhaled the rest of his food, and stretched his arms up above his head. "I feel like dancing! You wanna go to a club?" He seemed to disregard the fact that it was early in the morning.
"I'd go by myself, but it's more fun with a friend. Do you dance?"
Quinn. Calm down. This is one of the few godlings you could actually call something of an ally. Don't frighten him away.
Aw...You're no fun.
"Mr. Q basically just told me to shut up. Do you want me to shut up, too?" He stared at the ground, and looked embarrassed.
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 9:10 pm
Fish gaped at Quinn. "Yes," he deadpanned. "I want you to shut up."
He pointed to the window and continued, fury seeping back into his voice. "I do not want to go to a club with you. I do not want to dance with you. I do not want to hug you, kiss you, get sucked off by you, ******** you, et cetera, so on into infinity."
"I want you out of my apartment," he declared, "Or, at the very least, I want you to develop some brains to match your overdeveloped physical state. Because apparently you have discovered you exist as a sexual entity and frankly have no idea what the ******** to do with yourself."
Quinn had gotten him going. He was pissed. He was going to let him have it.
"Just because I like boys and you like boys doesn't mean I'm your new best friend," established Fish. "And you can be picky and still be a slut. And if you're gonna do this whole 'offering sexual favors to miscellaneous people, IE, Me,' thing, I've got to warn you that I've heard HIV kind of sucks."
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